to the past.
Highlighting the rosier moments.
The viewer only depicts the emotions
that the camera interprets.
Each smile leaves a scar, a burn
…a mark of distinction.
It taints the past and predestines
Only time can heal these wounds.
Yet my clock has slowed it seems.
So many promises and dreams were
exchanged…only to disappear
in pain and anguish.
I’d be wise to let go but
the rope is part of me now.
Letting go would mean losing a
limb, an eye, a heart.